Anna's desire II (R-18)

After a short rest, Dilhan felt the stickiness of sweat clinging to his skin. The day's activities had left him hot and grimy, and he decided it was time for a bath.

Unlike most nobles, Dilhan preferred to handle small tasks like bathing on his own. He wasn't a kid, and he certainly didn't need someone to assist him with something as basic as washing up.

"Isn't it embarrassing to get washed like that? I just can't get used to that," He thought about the previous attempts of him trying to refuse a bath, but being forced by Anna.

He gathered a fresh towel and some clothes, heading toward the luxurious bath. He had to admit that being rich was one of the best thing in this world, as he had a private bath for his hygiene, unlike most people. He knew it was a privilege that he couldn't help but feel gracious toward.

As he undressed and wrapped the towel around his waist, preparing to step into the bath, a familiar voice rang out behind him.

"Young master!"

Startled, Dilhan turned to see Anna rushing toward him, her expression a mix of determination and panic.

"What are you doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm here to help with your bath," she announced, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I felt it in my body that you wanted to bath,"

Dilhan sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What are you? Some kind of a spider?" He was surprised. "Anna, I don't need help. I'm perfectly capable of bathing myself."

"But, young master—"

"No buts," he interrupted firmly. "I can do this alone. I've been doing it alone for years. I'm not a baby."

Anna crossed her arms, standing her ground. "With all due respect, young master, my purpose is to serve you. I won't let anyone—not even you—stop me from doing my job."

Dilhan blinked, caught off guard by her unwavering resolve. "Anna…"

"I mean it!" she insisted. "If I let you do everything yourself, what's the point of me being here? Please, young master, let me help."

He stared at her for a long moment before letting out a defeated laugh. "You're really stubborn, aren't you?"

"It's part of the job," she replied with a small smile.

"Fine," Dilhan relented, shaking his head. "But don't make a habit of this."

Anna's face brightened, and she quickly moved to gather the necessary items for his bath.

As she began preparing the water, Dilhan watched her with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You really take this whole 'serving me' thing seriously, huh?"

"I do," she said simply, glancing back at him. "Because I believe in you, young master. Even if others don't, I do."

Her words caught him off guard, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. Finally, he let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the wall.

"Thanks, Anna," he said quietly.

She smiled, her cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. "Of course, young master."

As the warm water filled the bath, Dilhan found himself feeling something he hadn't in a long time: genuine comfort.

"Well, at least she believes in me," It was a nice change of pace for him to hear some positive words about himself rather than people trying to say that he sucked.

After few minutes, the bath started to give a pleasant aroma of the herbs as well as the comforting touch of the 

warm steam curling through the air. The blend of chamomile and mint carried a soothing fragrance that immediately began to unwind the tension from his body.

Dilhan sank into the bath with a contented sigh, letting the heat envelop him. The water was the perfect temperature—hot enough to relax his muscles, but not so hot that it scalded. He had to hand it to Anna; for all her insistence, she truly knew how to create the perfect atmosphere.

Anna, standing at a respectful distance, placed a tray with a few towels and a bottle of oil infused with exotic herbs on the edge of the tub. "Young master, the herbal oil will help rejuvenate your skin after the day's wear. I can apply it for you if you wish."

Dilhan raised a hand, giving a desperate look as he knew how amazing it would feel to get massaged by Anna. He knew she had some special techniques and good practice, she got from her mother. 

"Anna... please do," He quickly replied without waiting.

Anna smiled hearing his desepration, so she quickly laid a towel on the floor and asked Dilhan to make sure he is comfortable while lying.

Dilhan stepped out of the tub, his body still glistening from the warm water. Anna quickly managed to take a peek at little Dilhan still sleeping peacefully and felt rather embarrassed and disappointed at the same time.

"Wasn't he big last time? Is he doing it with a girl?" She wondered.

He wrapped the towel snugly around his waist and reclined onto the towel Anna had prepared on the floor. The polished marble beneath him was cool to the touch, providing a pleasant contrast to the residual heat from the bath.

Anna knelt beside him, her movements graceful and precise as she poured a small amount of the herbal oil into her hands. The faint scent of lavender and sandalwood wafted through the air, adding another layer of tranquility to the already serene setting. She rubbed her palms together to warm the oil, then gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Relax, young master," she said softly, her voice calm and soothing.

Dilhan closed his eyes as Anna's fingers began to work their magic. Her hands moved with practiced ease, kneading the tension from his shoulders and neck. The oil felt warm and luxurious against his skin, and he could feel the stress of the day melting away with every expert stroke.

"You've really mastered this, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice drowsy from relaxation.

Anna chuckled softly. "My mother taught me well. She always said a good massage can heal more than just the body—it can soothe the mind too."

"Well, she wasn't wrong," Dilhan admitted, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "I feel like I could fall asleep right here."

'Hmm! Now I get why massage ASMR were so popular on Veetube in my original world. This is out of the world. I'm really lucky I have someone like Anna to do this. Maybe I should learn this and payher back.'

Dilhan thought while fully enjoying the soft touch of Anna, who was fully serious when it came to her massage treatment.

"Young master can sleep if he wants, I will make sure to dry your body and carry you to the bed." Anna replied, a playful note in her tone. She moved her hands to his back, her fingers tracing soothing patterns along the muscles. "But don't worry, young master. I'll make sure you're fully taken care of."

Dilhan chuckled lightly, the sound muffled by the relaxation that was overtaking him. "Are you going to do the front?"

"I was about to—" Hearing Dilhan's request, Anna quickly asked him to change his position, but what she saw next almost made her jump back in surprise and disbelief.

"Wh..what is that?" She pointed at the huge tent that was formed on Dilhan's lower body threatening to tear the towel he was wearing, which caused him to look at it with a shocked expression, but he quickly understood why because he knew the obvious answer was he got a boner.

Why would he get a boner? Well who wouldn't get one when they are being massaged by a maid like Anna. He didn't even have to make any excuses because he knew he was attracted to Anna, after all, she was a beautiful and sexy girl.

She had a perfectly round face with a light complexion, but what stood out to Dilhan was how developed her body was for her ripe age of 23, with a shapely, curvaceous figure, including an alluringly moderate ass and ample breasts. Her slightly shorter red hair complemented her well-proportioned, voluptuous body, exuding a charm that could easily captivate any healthy man who laid eyes on her.

"Young...young master, are you okay?" Slowly getting close and getting a closer look at the tent, Anna asked in a worried tone. She had the basic sexual knowledge to understood what she was looking at, but not the experience how to deal with it. 

"Anna...this is...I think your massage was too good," Dilhan said with a slight smile, as if giving Anna a compliment, but he quickly started to understand how painful it is to have a never calming down boner like that.

'What can I do to calm this down?'

He glanced around the room, searching for a solution. His eyes first landed on a bucket filled with cold water, and he considered pouring it over himself to calm down. However, another idea quickly formed in his mind as his gaze instinctively drifted to Anna's cute mouth.

"Anna, can you come here for a minute?" Dilhan asked, his tone unintentionally taking on the unsettling tone of a creepy old man. His words were driven more by a surge of unfiltered desire than by rational thought.